Denial

Depressed? Nay, that is not meOnly stressed, I’m sure you’ll seeSay that you once saw me in a cornerBut I tell you, I am no lonerSee scars on my wrists? I say you’re madFor I would not do something so badSo you heard me cry myself to sleep? And I ask, “What reason, have I, to weep? ”You sense the sadness in my eyes?